the day Jesus appeared on the pond

was a time meant for all time

when i spotted Jesus,

when he skipped across my pond

when he shown himself to me

as an eagle.

Jesus, the eagle, searched for fish

surely to feed his followers

he served pond water as wine

flapped his eight-foot-wing-span

and preached a parable

to his masses.

He said:

“momma fish!

don’t let your babies

out today

lest the good Lord

take them away.”

He walked and talked and squawked like a preacher

He bowed and cried and gestured the same

He, the preacher, the eagle, the prophet

and Jesus were all fisherman through and through

when he scolded the mother of all fish

from the brink, there in the drink.

He summoned his followers,

He summoned so coolly,

He summoned them like an eagle,

He cawed and he crowed,

His voice arced and bowed,

then He spat out his intent:

“come out, come out

wherever ye are

you’re safe with me, you’re safe

so lift up your eyes

to the light in the sky

and follow me, follow me.”